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Sunday, January 16, 2005
giving my heart to a cat to tear
I must confess a weakness. My heart has been broken by a cat.
But this isn't just any cat. This is Molly, who was originally supposed to be C's but who adopted LT early on. She would sleep with him, wrapped around his head like a hat. This boy who wipes off kisses because he "doesn't like to feel people's mouths" would allow Molly to lick his head all night, like he was one of her kittens. We thought Molly was going to die once; she was lethargic and sick. But she got better, and we were all, even T, so, so glad.
We haven't seen Molly since yesterday afternoon. She never came in and slept with LT in the night. We looked hard for her today, all of us; we walked the neighborhood knocking on doors; I went up and down the highway looking for her little body. I've checked places where she could have been trapped four and five times. She seems to be totally gone. We have a teeny bit of hope that she may turn up yet, but personally, I've already started to grieve.
We'll miss you, little kitty.
